dittographic, a copyist error, back silvered. to
inspect the difficult

i.e. eye corrosion, to gauge the whole
appearance, to notify distant

outposts of tactic.to tap into the immunity of hair gathered

around an injury. FAILURE TO SUPPRESS rampant
bleed

the determination from the ministry. conspicuous
“Eustace”

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undergo expectorant

*

From
hyperglossia1 by Stacy Szymaszek

I meant to make a love

declaration but injured

the words

here
is a shroud

and
an empty spot to my left

a
moustache and beard

will
appear in a
manner consistent

with
my shame

a proof:pollen grains of the region

or:girlhood proclivities

it was
genuine

even in
gesticulation but

“physique”

still—

a disjoined

festoon

*

From
hyperglossia2 by Stacy Szymaszek

no one wishes to admit speech

blunders run
up

into ersatz description

I
am prone toreceivership

but endorse a civilian disaster diversion
of genus

was
a vulture

after
allthat securedme

from my dark

matterby ingesting it

not stored in a binary format

wherever it has been deposited

in

the

panorama

I’ll identify it

*

Note:

1. This poem first appeared in String of Small Machines

2. This poem first appeared in Lungfull! Magazine

**

Szymaszek Poems
translated into Have a Good One by Anselm Berrigan

Let’s step out of the day

for an unscripted haunting

across timeI sharpenmy teeth

needing
boats

to
exterminate

the wooly rhino

& fuck yr flock

afore ye knew

a
need to possess

cargo

I have imagined saying no so often and rarely
ever fantasize a yes. One may however own a strategy what contains spitting
yes repeatedly as a tactic leading to the fulfillment of a grand vision that
will be the unmistakable embodiment and subsequent catatonic astral eruption
of a no.

my kissable lifeline

illustrates foraging

via $20 burgers

silence in public

is how I work

wonder of mortality

& risk being tarred elegiac

some risk&if I can’t wait to
properly age, hon?

centimeter by dusk

by
yard

by splintered coalition

by
foot

by guided missile

by a
gathered mind’s porous non-fear of shit like owning a house

by
delicate flower

by aphoristic glee of doom in the proto-fauna

by being prone to negotiate

by
need for a new sack

by
not wanting to argue every god damn day

by artificial pond

by
blunders run up to get beat down

by
ecstasy of refusal

by right’s side dull discomfort growing daily

by above all’s fierce intellect

I’ll summon resistance gets used a lot by
academics these days. Get rewarded by a monkey fucking a football or spin the
chore sheet, and these things have character and what is that character, how can
I convey it or channel it into a intro? I will give my sister-in-law a book
about modernism for Chanukah, and my mother something to steal from. To a
colleague in the upper American north wilds perhaps an explanation of the
difference between ghosts and subject matter. Some perjury for the comrades
and a lovely pink slip for moi.